Step out the front door like a ghost into the fog where no one notices the contrast of white on white. And in between the moon and you the angels get a better view of the crumbling difference between wrong and right. I walk in the air between the rain through myself and back again. Where? I don't know.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 308 | 2014-12-23 01:49:21 | 130.31 | 96% |
| 94 | 2012-10-26 02:12:51 | 131.31 | 96% |